I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

Dark times on Earth trigger my emotions about Artemis launch
We sometimes need help to finish a long race we’ve decided to run
God watches humanity’s struggle and says, ‘You’re doing it wrong’
Goodbye, William (1999-2015)
In Northern Ireland, Obama attacks church schools as source of division
Trivial objects have power to be containers for strong emotions
Why do people who say they love each other cause mutual harm?
We who believe life has meaning have lost war for modern culture
Leave your dead past behind; that’s not where you’re going